I am snapshots of my past,
some undeveloped negatives of
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,
teardrop hearts in impressionable spread.
I am bus rides in morning mist,
a product of that bleacher kiss,
lost in myself and hard to find
confusion's cost and absent mind.
I am heavy barefoot summer nights
lit with a random firefly shine and
hot-head words with holes in walls,
those stubborn fights and speeding fines.
I am reflections lost in broken glass
a shortened fuse and burning fast.














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